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"Being flawed is part of the perfection of life" - Cote de Pablo


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classicdinozzo:

@germanlahm In love!! #CotedePablo

classicdinozzo:

@germanlahm In love!! #CotedePablo


Marry your best friend. I do not say that lightly. Really, truly find the strongest, happiest friendship in the person you fall in love with. Someone who speaks highly of you. Someone you can laugh with. The kind of laughs that make your belly ache, and your nose snort. The embarrassing, earnest, healing kind of laughs. Wit is important. Life is too short not to love someone who lets you be a fool with them. Make sure they are somebody who lets you cry, too. Despair will come. Find someone that you want to be there with you through those times. Most importantly, marry the one that makes passion, love, and madness combine and course through you. A love that will never dilute - even when the waters get deep, and dark. - N’tima



alyssinmymind:

'@michellejonasdesigns: Cote de pablo wearing our Helen dress making a yummy fruit salad’

alyssinmymind:

'@michellejonasdesigns: Cote de pablo wearing our Helen dress making a yummy fruit salad’


mojitosdepablo:

To say it had been a long day would be an understatement. Tony looked at his hands and saw the marks from Ziva’s fingers, and his arms also had a lot of little bruises on them.
His Mossad trained wife, who could kill with a paper clip, was never trained for the experience of birth. There was no training in the world that could prepare her for what happened to her.
Tony was at a crime scene and got the dreaded “Tony, my water broke.” phone call. Her due date was not for another two weeks, and Tony tried to tell her DiNozzo’s come early.. but Ziva insisted he go. So he went, and right when he got there she called. Gibbs shrugged his shoulders and nodded. Tony was thankful he thought to put the bags in his car and within thirty minutes he had his wife at the hospital.
Ziva did not like hospitals, doctors, or anything that had to do with medicine. He should have known it would have been a long day when she got to the hospital and refused a wheel chair. It took the couple 9 minutes to walk to her room between the contractions since she refused a chair.  
The day progressed and Ziva’s contractions got more intense. She had an iron grip on Tony each time one happened. Along with the iron grip came death glares, her asking why he did this too her, and then phrases of cursing in hebrew. Tony knew her well enough he knew what he was saying and he was thankful the nurses did not. 
Finally the anesthesiologist came in to give her the epidural. That was a pain- Ziva’s iron grip hurt tony more than the large needle going into her back. 
It kept going on, and her dilation was slow. Now at 4 P.M. in the afternoon, after 10 hours of labor Tony was ready for his baby girl to enter the world. 
The doctor checked Ziva, only 5 CM. Only half way there.
"TONY WHY  DID YOU DO THIS TOO ME!?" Ziva yelled during the middle of a contraction.
Tony winced when it was over, and took another sip of coffee. His 5th cup of the day, and Gibbs just brought him another. 
"You can’t resist me in my suits. It’s not my fault. You’re the one who carries the eggs, my swimmers just can’t resist your israeli hotness." Tony replied.
Gibbs glared at his immature response and slapped his head.
"DiNozzo, man up a little. This childbirth experience isn’t easy. I mean, look at Ziva. We have a suspect. I’ll be back" Gibbs said and left.
A few more hours, contractions, doctors visits, and cups of coffee later Baby Dinozzo finally made her appearance. 10:17 she was born and weighing in at 6 lbs. 10 ounces. 
Tony was exhausted. He had no idea how Ziva had endured 17 hours of labor for something that was so small. He looked at the clock, 11:00 and he was on his 9th cup of coffee for the day. Their “family” had left for the night, promising to be back tomorrow. Now it was just him and his little family. He walked into the room and looked at the sight before his eyes.
Ziva was in bed, arms wrapped around their tiny newborn daughter. He heard Ziva singing quietly a hebrew lullaby she had heard as a child. His heart swelled with love. Nothing beat the sight of the woman he loved holding half of him and half of her. Their partnership had been tested in many ways over the years, and the idea of parenting scared him.
All he knew, is with Ziva by his side they could overcome anything.

mojitosdepablo:

To say it had been a long day would be an understatement. Tony looked at his hands and saw the marks from Ziva’s fingers, and his arms also had a lot of little bruises on them.

His Mossad trained wife, who could kill with a paper clip, was never trained for the experience of birth. There was no training in the world that could prepare her for what happened to her.

Tony was at a crime scene and got the dreaded “Tony, my water broke.” phone call. Her due date was not for another two weeks, and Tony tried to tell her DiNozzo’s come early.. but Ziva insisted he go. So he went, and right when he got there she called. Gibbs shrugged his shoulders and nodded. Tony was thankful he thought to put the bags in his car and within thirty minutes he had his wife at the hospital.

Ziva did not like hospitals, doctors, or anything that had to do with medicine. He should have known it would have been a long day when she got to the hospital and refused a wheel chair. It took the couple 9 minutes to walk to her room between the contractions since she refused a chair.  

The day progressed and Ziva’s contractions got more intense. She had an iron grip on Tony each time one happened. Along with the iron grip came death glares, her asking why he did this too her, and then phrases of cursing in hebrew. Tony knew her well enough he knew what he was saying and he was thankful the nurses did not. 

Finally the anesthesiologist came in to give her the epidural. That was a pain- Ziva’s iron grip hurt tony more than the large needle going into her back. 

It kept going on, and her dilation was slow. Now at 4 P.M. in the afternoon, after 10 hours of labor Tony was ready for his baby girl to enter the world. 

The doctor checked Ziva, only 5 CM. Only half way there.

"TONY WHY  DID YOU DO THIS TOO ME!?" Ziva yelled during the middle of a contraction.

Tony winced when it was over, and took another sip of coffee. His 5th cup of the day, and Gibbs just brought him another. 

"You can’t resist me in my suits. It’s not my fault. You’re the one who carries the eggs, my swimmers just can’t resist your israeli hotness." Tony replied.

Gibbs glared at his immature response and slapped his head.

"DiNozzo, man up a little. This childbirth experience isn’t easy. I mean, look at Ziva. We have a suspect. I’ll be back" Gibbs said and left.

A few more hours, contractions, doctors visits, and cups of coffee later Baby Dinozzo finally made her appearance. 10:17 she was born and weighing in at 6 lbs. 10 ounces. 

Tony was exhausted. He had no idea how Ziva had endured 17 hours of labor for something that was so small. He looked at the clock, 11:00 and he was on his 9th cup of coffee for the day. Their “family” had left for the night, promising to be back tomorrow. Now it was just him and his little family. He walked into the room and looked at the sight before his eyes.

Ziva was in bed, arms wrapped around their tiny newborn daughter. He heard Ziva singing quietly a hebrew lullaby she had heard as a child. His heart swelled with love. Nothing beat the sight of the woman he loved holding half of him and half of her. Their partnership had been tested in many ways over the years, and the idea of parenting scared him.

All he knew, is with Ziva by his side they could overcome anything.




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